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'Slaughterhouse five' by Kurt Vonnegut (1969)

This needs a re-read, to me the book almost feels like an intro to itself. I loved it but only after I was halfway. I struggled to follow it up until the point where Vonnegut revealed himself to be a fellow-prisoner, in the same train as Billy. I didn't realize it was partially autobiographic. Then I read the prologue again and that actually really elevated the story for me. I also think that to me in 2025, it reads completely different than it probably did when it was first published in 1969, so I'm trying my best to process it from that perspective, but I think that's almost impossible for us in 2025... (continue reading)